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Who: Peter Banks (

animalmagnetism), Sybille Matteris (

arachnoble), Murdoc Donoghue (

wwhistful) and EVERYONE who'd like to encounter the cheering charm'd teacher and/or the culprits.
Tone: Cheerful! Maybe too cheerful
Rating: TBD
When: um...after Tavros's party sometime? idk Starts in the morning and lasts most of the day.
Where: First, the Great Hall, but then anywhere.
What: Peter and Sybille think Murdoc needs to relax and cheer up, so they "help" him with cheering charms and observe the result.

It was planned perfectly. Murdoc needed to relax. There was a log so far up his arse that it threatened to come out of his head. He needed to loosen up and learn to enjoy life. Peter was convinced drastic measures were necessary. So he'd gone to Sybille. A cheering charm wasn't too difficult to charm up, but best to defer to the expert. They only wanted him relaxed and cheerful, not rolling around on the floor laughing too hard to do anything else. It turned out it was a little more complicated than just a simple charm after all, but they'd worked it out. Now, this morning in the great hall they'd planned their attack.

The spells went off without a hitch under the table and Peter grinned at Sybille. Just waiting for them to take effect now.

((ooc: Peter, Sybille and Murdoc will all be available for threading with everyone! Just specify time of day, who, and where!))

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Oh, now this is interesting. Rhys smiles back, as usual looking as though he's thinking of a joke no one else would get. "Good morning, professor. You look in particularly good ... spirits. Did you get a good bag in the lucky dip? Expecting a baby?"

The taller man lets his eyes drop to Murdoc's stomach, then flick back up to his face with a look of polite expectation.

Murdoc stares at Rhys for a moment, following his eyes to his own stomach and then back to the other man's face. He pauses for a moment before bursting into laughter. It certainly feels and sounds strange coming from the eternally grumpy man, but it feels fantastic.

He waves his hand in the air, dismissing the comment as a joke as he catches his breath.

"No, no! Not at all! That would be ridiculous. Silly man. It's just a nice day, isn't it?"

Murdoc smiles and tilts his head questioningly at Rhys. "How have you been?"

Rhys prowls towards the desk, intrigued by the laughter. He wonders if Murdoc ever manages that without the assistance of a spell. It's hard to imagine. "Oh, quite well. But then, I always am. But I'm curious - you don't usually find me very funny. I believe I've been accused of being nonsensical at times. What's the reason for the sudden good humor? or have you been drinking?"

Murdoc doesn't even look suspicious at the manner in which the other man walks, he's just smiling pleasantly at him, happy to have a guest in his office. He laughs again, but it's more an amused chuckle than his previous outburst.

He gives his shoulders a small shrug, because he honestly doesn't know. He doesn't remember being grumpy or irritated. Right now, everything is sunshine and rainbows.

He stands, reaching for Rhys's hand and taking it in his own, giving him a soulful look. "I am so sorry for makin' you feel that way. I am sure I did not mean it." He pauses for a moment before looking thoughtful. "No. It's before noon you silly man!"

"Best be careful, Donoghue," Rhys tells the other professor, absolutely delighted by this completely uncharacteristic display. "I'll think you're flirting with me, my lad, and I know how much you'd hate to give that impression."

Rhys is starting to think he should invest in a pensieve, just so he can spin this memory out of his head, and watch it over and over. He gives the other man's hand a friendly little squeeze, flashing rather a lot of teeth in his latest smile.

Once again, Murdoc needs to pause to properly understand what Rhys is implying. And, once again, he responds with a lively laugh. He drops Rhys' hands to swat at his chest.

"Don't be daft, you silly bastard. I'm just bein' a good host." He says that, but he's just the slightest bit pink in the cheeks and the smile tugging at his lips is a little telling.

"Are you? And what are your rules of hospitality? How much can I impose on you?" Rhys asks archly. "In some cultures, I believe it's customary to offer a guest a woman for the night, but since there are no women here ... "

"I suppose you'll have to do without, then."
He sits back down, beaming up at Rhys as he picks his pen up again. If that was an innuendo, it went right over his cheerful head.

"As for my rules, I suppose there's not much to offer in my office. Aside from tea and a chair. Which you should sit down on, by the way."

"I was thinking more along the lines of you offering yourself up," Rhys says casually, as though it were an ordinary sort of comment anyone would make. "But as you say, I suppose I'll have to make do."

So he sits in the proffered chair, leaning back in it, and giving Murdoc a long, thorough once over, as if trying to ferret out the source of his cheerfulness. Of course, he already knows, but it's amusing to act as though he has no idea.

Murdoc snorts at Rhys' comment, shrugging his shoulders dramatically to accompany the quiet chuckle. He shakes his head at the ridiculous man, tapping his pen on the desk as if that would help him consider a response to that.

"I'm certain you will be much more content with tea and not, err, seduction as a means of makin' you feel more comfortable." Clearly Murdoc knows very little about Rhys.

Murdoc sits back in his own chair, smiling idly at everything that catches his eye. Finally, he notices Rhys giving him the once over and he sets his eyes back on him, raising an eyebrow. "Are you alright?"

"Mmm," Rhys agrees. "Pleasant view from here. There's something I've been wondering about, though, Donoghue. What on earth were you like as a child? I haven't been able to puzzle it out - you're terribly conservative now, yet you obviously have a more adventurous side, and a bad temper. Where did all of that come from?"

Might as well start on the deeply person questions, while he has a chance.

"That's a strange question.."

And if it were any other day he would tell Rhys where to shove that question. Alas, his mouth seems eager to share his emotional burdens.

"I wasn't that much different as a lad, you know. Still a reserved sorta fellow, not interested in people. I loved my dad though, he was brilliant. An auror too. I wanted to be just like him."

He half smiles, resting his chin on his hand as he thinks. "I suppose I was a bit of a brat, an' well, when he died I sorta became more of a recluse. If it wasn't for Sybille, things would be much worse."

There's a long pause as he seems to think on that. "I think I love her."

He thinks on that for a moment before continuing his rambles. "Then I had to go marry some girl I didn't know. Such is a pureblooded life,eh? You ever get married?"

"No," Rhys says, "And I'm also a pureblood." Of course, he'd mostly cut ties with his parents long ago. He'd never met anyone he trusted enough to let that close other than his sister, who was hardly a candidate, at least not in this day and age. A thousand years ago, it might not have been so strange.

"You and Matteris, hm?" Now that's something he hadn't known - and is quite intriguing. The Charms professor seemed to be an interesting woman, though she and Rhys hardly ever talked. But she's not the sort of woman he'd have picked, had he to guess on Murdoc's tastes. Perhaps he had a thing for ball-busters. "You've known each other that long?"

"Aha! Lucky! 'Course you are." He gives Rhys a vacant smile before looking as though he's realised something. He reaches over desk in an almost frantic manner and covers Rhy's mouth with his hand, giving him a stern look. "Don't tell her, alright? Don't tell anyone."

He gives him a final nod before sliding back into his seat, not hiding a goofy smile. "We were in school together. She used to pick on me an' we used to compete for best grades. Eventually we wound up bein' friends. She had a funny habit of makin' me act like less of a prick."

So yes, his type is ball-busters.

Rhys raises his eyebrows as the smaller man's hand clamped over his mouth, resisting the urge to bite or slap him away. It's too funny to discourage, after all. "From my understanding, no one else has expressed any interest in her. Is there some reason you're holding back?"

His smiled turns wolfish, then. "And what'll you give me not to tell?" He has absolutely no intention of mentioning any of this conversation to anyone, but he's curious to see what the other professor would offer to keep his secret, if anything at all.

Murdoc titters a little at that, looking like a nervous school girl. "I don't think she'll have me."

That actually hurt quite a bit to say, but the cheer charm seems to dull the effects of his own self pity, so he only frowns for a moment before moving on. He purses his lips as he considers the question before shrugging a little.

"I dunno what you'd want."

Rhys considers asking for a kiss ... it would be interesting, at least. But he's gotten the impression that Murdoc isn't even the slightest bit interested in him, which makes that sort of game less fun, and with the cheering charm in place, it probably won't even bother the other professor that much, more's the pity.

"Tell me another secret, and I'll keep both," he says finally.

Murdoc exhales as he thinks about that. He's got a lot of secrets, being a man who doesn't open up easily to others. Finally something comes to mind.

"I think.. that Banks has a nice arse." He follows that up with a nod and a little smirk, because hey, it is a nice arse. He just doesn't want him to know he thinks that.

"He does, that's hardly a secret. But I suppose I didn't specify what kind of secret, so fair enough," Rhys allows. "You certainly have broad tastes, Donoghue."

"Exactly!" A coy grin. "It's your own fault!"

He pauses to think about that, but he doesn't really get it. "What do you mean by that?"

"Matteris and Banks hardly have very much in common, do they? Though I grant that both are attractive, it's in rather different ways," Rhys explains. "Not that I have ever glimpsed Ms. Matteris's rear parts under her robes. But I imagine they don't really look the same as Banks's."

"I don't know about that.. They're both loud and cocky, bothersome things." He rubs his face with one hand, giving Rhys a tired smile. "In my personal opinion, it's equal if not superior to Banks's."

He's starting to look a little bit worn out by this point, as if the charm is finally starting to wane. He's still smiling, but a little bit of his normal, dour expression is becoming obvious.

"I wouldn't know, but I'll take your word for it. Are you feeling quite all right, Donoghue?" Rhys asks solicitously. He can see the strain - it's fascinating to watch the other man's personality re-assert itself.

Murdoc raises his hands to rub his face, grunting against them before leaning back in his chair. He stares at Rhys for what seems like a long moment before clearing his throat and answering in a soft, mildly confused voice.

"Quite..Quite alright. Thank you." He shakes his head a little, as if that would help clear his thoughts. "Why do you ask?"

"You look ill. Do you need anything? It is my area of expertise, after all," Rhys points out, kindly.

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